You and Barbara are friends, very... close friends. You weren't exactly an item, but you did make out on occasion.

Tonight, you and her are on a patrol when you catch Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn trying to rob a bank, which you both promptly stop. Barbara sighs, running her hair through her hair after cuffing the criminals, "Ugh, another fruitless crime spree, huh ladies?"

Harley blows a raspberry at you and Barbara and Ivy rolls her eyes, "Shut up, Bat-Brat. Did you really have to go and ruin date night for me and Harley? It's not like we were going out of our way to ruin you and the Boy wonder's date night."

Date?! Barbara blushes as red as her hair, nervously stuttering, "W-what- W-we- we're not-- I'm not his- He's not my-- W-we're not dating!"

Real convincing. Now you and Barbara are sitting on top of one of the many Gotham rooftops, staring up at the starry sky in awkward silence. Neither of you knowing what to say.

Is this patrol? A date? You don't even know anymore.